Wilma, an amazing dog with two brains.

I know it’s probably rare for a blog that usually focuses on therapy issues to turn into a health report on a little dog, but a lot of you have asked me for an update on Wilma, and this seemed a good way of doing it. And if you’re interested in the brain I think you’ll find it interesting even if you don’t care about dogs. Which is a therapy issue by the way, because all well-balanced people do. Quick backstory: We met Wilma 11 months ago when she was two weeks old, very soon after losing Barney, the third member of our marriage. Without doubt she was an attempt to fill the void that followed us around the house and as such we projected onto her a raft of hopes and dreams of a future together, and sublimated our grief into love for the adorable baby of the litter who popped her big-eared head from out of her siblings and made us choose her. Looking back now there were signs that she was different from the beginning. She didn’t seek our faces as dogs usually do, she circled anti-clockwise before emptying, and she seemed to have no instinct against messing in her bed. But we hadn’t raised a puppy in years so thought it was all going to correct itself with time. Then at 11 weeks old, in the space of a day, she collapsed into a coma. As bad luck would have it I was in London so Bex and Jan drove her to a nearby vet hospital where she spent three days on a drip. The vets never got to the bottom of what it was. Dehydration was the symptom, and a virus was vaguely suggested as a cause. We breathed again and moved on. From then we realised that she didn’t actually drink water. If we flavoured it with goats milk she would, if it was running water she might, but she had no apparent instinct to respond to thirst. On several more occasions we had to take her to the vet for rehydration treatment because of lethargy and disorientation. And along the way we realised we had a ‘special’ dog. She continued to have no compunction about messing her bed, or indoors if she couldn’t immediately get into the garden. She was obsessive, about the cars passing the house, about running water – I twice had to wade into a stream to rescue her – and flies, to name a few. She would endlessly pace in circles –always anti clockwise or dig in the corner of the kitchen. Meeting new people would send her into manic barking which would last as long as the meeting. She was high maintenance, and it was exhausting. Two months ago we bought her a sister – Betty – partly in the hope that a companion would soothe her anxiety and maybe teach her more normal dog behaviour, and to a degree it was very successful. They love each other and Betty definitely distracts her, often by hanging off her tail. At the same time we returned to the referral hospital about the behaviour and the refusal to drink and they suspected from her blood tests that she had a liver condition We were due to begin treatment for that prior to a biopsy when we returned from holiday. In the event we had to fly home early. Six days into it our brilliant dog-sitter Lesleyanne took her into the vet. Again she had become dangerously dehydrated, even though she had been diligently given enough water. She was admitted to the hospital again where, 4000 miles away we were given various diagnoses of meningitis, liver disorder, and ‘we just don’t know’. We decided to fly home. What followed was a week of waiting for them to find something, which they finally did after four days. An MRI scan detected two abnormalities in her brain. The first was strangely shaped ventricles, and the second was she has no corpus collusum. For those of you who don’t know, this is the rope of nerves that connect the left and right brains and allows them to share information. To be honest we were stunned. To be honest I think we still are, not so much that it’s that that’s wrong with her, although it’s incredibly rare, but more for how she copes with it. Suddenly, instead of our focus being on her strangeness, we marvel at the things she manages to do that are normal. You’d expect her to be clumsy, but actually she’s amazingly nimble and lithe. She connects with us, and has learned a range of verbal commands. In most respects and on most occasions she passes for a normal dog. I find myself fascinated by her, watching her and trying to figure out what she’s having to do to understand her world – and what we can do to help her. Here are the things we have so far connected to her condition, and the guesses we’re making about them in the absence of any research:

She has never been able to hold a chew in her paws, we hold it for her. Obviously the left and right paw can’t act in a coordinated, planned way (normal movement is under the control of her cerebellum, not her cortex). She has learned to pin it under one paw instead.

For the same reason she’s never learned to climb stairs. Actually, that’s quite handy.

She’s never liked being stroked and arches away from being touched. Now we’ve found that if you just stroke her on one side at a time she loves it. Also, to slow our movements so she has a chance to catch up with what we’re doing.

We’re guessing that in a dog their right brain is more dominant which is why she circles left, and why she runs much faster in that direction. From what I’ve read split-brain patients have faster reactions than usual because there’s not an assimilation delay. It explains her incredible speed, and her occasional error.

Novelty scares her – like new people. In the absence of a coordinated cortex perhaps it takes more time for her limbic system to settle. We’ve read that short term memory is reduced in split brain humans (like Dustin Hoffman’s Rainman), so that might be part of it – she keeps re-scaring herself in the presence of the same stimuli. Once she knows you she loves you forever, so how can we accelerate this? We’re going to experiment with getting her to smell something from one of us on someone new to see if that anchors her to a feeling of safety and recognition.

She has a poor sense of smell in terms of being able to follow a trail. Each nostril sends information to a different hemisphere, so perhaps this is why. She tracks insects on the floor until they disappear under her muzzle, and then she loses them.

The same is true for her ears: she can hear brilliantly and is acutely sensitive to sudden noise and high pitched voices, but she can’t not pinpoint where the noise comes from. When we call her we always wave as well.

Every day gives us more ideas to test to help her world be more knowable to her, and we’re taking each day at a time, because, unfortunately it’s not the split brain that is our biggest worry. There is a possibility that, along with having no instinct to drink (which is connected to split brain) she doesn’t absorb water properly either, so she’s in a permanent state of dehydration. We worry that her frantic digging and pacing is a sign of distress or pain. That’s not something she should have to live with. Also the misshapen ventricles can be a sign of a particular kind of nerve degeneration called NCL. It’s fatal, incurable, and would make the rest of her life short and miserable. She had three biopsies, liver, gall bladder and lymph, and this condition is also so rare that they’ve been sent to Italy for diagnosis and we won’t know the results for a month. What is on our side is the odds of her having two such rare conditions, but when they’re both to do with brain malformation they seem more like variations on a theme to us, so we’re holding our breath. I won’t bother going onto what could still be wrong with her liver. And of course while we do that Wilma gets on with her life. Despite us telling her to take it easy and not risk her stitches, she fights with her sister and jumps onto the sofa. Unlike us she sleeps soundly, of an evening on my lap, completely oblivious of the excruciating joy that brings. She gets excited for her walks and continues to try to throw herself in the stream. And she’s put five days of what must have been an incredibly stressful hospital stay behind her like it never happened. I aspire to dealing with life like a dog. They deal with what happens, don’t make it about them, and move on in the hope of a biscuit. If there is a heaven I think it’s more likely to be for dogs than for us. And she effortlessly continued a dog’s cleverest trick – getting us to love her even more with each day that passes. Which is the opposite of what our heads want, but, for better or worse, that’s not what we’re joined to her by. While our thoughts predict difficult days ahead, our hearts hope. So we’ll try to live each day in the way Wilma does. You find lessons in the unlikeliest of places. Thanks you for all your good wishes, we’ll let you know how she’s doing.

Comments

Ah Trevor what a beautifully written piece. All of your pieces are so well crafted but I think this one rings louder because of the sheer emotion you can hear in your words and the pictures they paint.

It goes without saying that you have my unconditional love and warmest regards for you, Bex, Wilma, Betty and everyone else involved in Wilma’s situation.

She looks very happy in all her photos and it must bring you great joy, that regardless of her situation, you all have given her much happiness.

Brilliant blog Trevor. Your pain and hope comes through in your words. I really hope you and Wilma (and the rest of the family) find the best way for her continued success. Whatever happens in the future, don’t forget to enjoy everyday you have with her 🙂
xx

Dear Trevor
How sad and fascinating and inspirational. She’s gorgeous and sweet and fingers crossed for the news to be good and that Wilma continues to give you happiness for years to come. She’s lucky to have such caring owners.
Good luck!
Diana
x

It is indeed fascinating the learning that has come from what you now know. It is clearly wonderful for both you and Wilma and is making your relationship even more special. Imagine if she was in a different family with much less understanding? It seems, whatever creature it sits in, the brain is a truly marvellous organ. Fingers are as tightly crossed as they can be that when you eventually get news back that it doesn’t confirm your worst fears. Lovely pictures and words that emanate love. She’s a lucky dog indeed.

We’ve not met yet, but I’ve heard so much about you. You, as all dogs, are amazing and as your daddy says, will find a way of living and loving your life no matter what. My thoughts are with you. Could you also give my love to your mummy daddy and sister and let them know I am thinking of them too.

Can you believe philosophers like Descartes believed animals were just automaton “machines” and only humans had “minds” in a dualistic sense with a seperate body. Reading this story about Wilma makes this dualistic paradigm so incredibly utterly insane. Hypnotherapy reveals how intertwined we all are in terms of mindbodies and dogs must share much of this considering the symptoms of lacking a corpus collosum seem so similar to what happens in humans. At least Wilma isnt hitting her self with one of her paws like alien hand syndrome in humans !!! Wishing Wilma the best in her doggycentric world.

Heartfelt, inspiring, poignant, challenging – thinking of you all.A really moving blog Trevor. Wilma is a lucky dog to have got you as parents – clearly , for whatever reason , you were meant for each other….. and ….you can’t ever really love, without the possibility of loss can you? It seems to me that pain is what makes love so special (though seems a bit unfair, and silly of God to create it that way…He must have been having an off day!)

Lovely blog Trevor, fascinating and poignant. I do hope you get good news but you have it right – enjoying the moment and moments you have rather than dwelling …. Too much on what may or may not be to come.

What a tear-jerker! Bless Wilma, she certainly has picked the right family to share herself with – sending you and Bex my heartfelt wishes through this. Really hoping you guys are ok, hope you can take comfort from all our love coming your way to you and Wilma… She’s already a little miracle by the sounds of it, probably no coincidence that she came to you.

Joy, tears, laughter, sadness, hope – all the emotions of life packed up in one little dog shaped being. In the face of unconditional love given, how can you respond other than with a biscuit?
Thoughts and prayers with you all through the weeks ahead.
Love and Hugs, Tina

Wow, what a moving article. Bless Wilma, you are doing amazingly well with her, and isn’t she lucky to have you both as parents? Someone else just may not have loved her as much.
Big hugs to you all
Jacqui xx

Deeply moved by your blog Trevor and warmed by the feelings displayed of unconditional love, trust and mutual joy especially when the going got tough and the worry escalated. What a learning, and how fortunate that she chose you both as her guardians.
Wishing you all a bright future. Oh and a tickle behind the ear for her sister Betty too.
Maria xx

Just for today, I will not worry……. is one of the Reiki precepts.
Instead, just give her Reiki as I shall do with the intention that it is for her highest good. What a beautiful bond of unconditional love from both sides, and knowing that she has you to watch over her.

So sorry to hear about Wilma but she’s a lucky girl to have her time with such an understanding family. That’s a beautiful description of a rollercoaster time. My old gal Cleo has an inoperable form of Cushings and you describe both the sadness and fascination of
the personality changes and adaption process really well. Best to you and Bex and hope the tests are helpful. Lovely piece about the run as well…you’re lookin’ good!

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